Compliments to the Kabchef

Here is a not-quite-successful go at capturing the face of a Facebook friend of mine, at his request. His real jaw is much less like Mussolini’s, and there is enough inaccuracy in this and that detail to make me want to try, try again. I will some fine day. Meanwhile you might find more of the man in the words than the draughtsmanship.

On the left is an acrostic of his name, and on the right an acrostic of “Arcade,” his nom de guerre.

Bob Kabchef words:

Bashful? Ha! Give us a break
Belly up and Studebake–a
Oneness with a fruited shrub
O Citrus like a mint vee-dub
Belemonliming every branch
But will Lime Stanley do Lime Blanche
Brusque and wise and nowise bluff
Bravos due his Righteous Stuff

Arcade words:

Ask for an arena
Roped and carabinered
Catch a pirate’s scene here